This is a follow-up to my previous blog post "A Day with 2 Under 2". That post was written in November 2014 and man, have things changed. My baby Keegan is now a toddler and Jeremiah is seeming more little boyish with each passing day. I've said before it hurts to watch them grow and it really does. Of course, it beats the heck out of the alternative but it still hurts. Time really does pass by too fast. Babies really don't keep. If you have a baby, stop reading this and go snuggle.
Life these days is busy. Brad got a new job at a nice golf course and his schedule is wonderful. He is up early (finally, he HAS to go to bed early with me!) and gets off in the early afternoon. He only works one weekend a month. He has class M-W nights and fills the rest of his time with his family. I still keep sweet baby Brett (not so much a baby anymore) three days a week. It is a wonderful set-up as a way to earn supplemental income while Brad is in school. He is a sweet boy and 19 days out of 20, he is on his best behavior. He loves to play with my boys and my boys love to play with him. I also still clean for a special lady every other week and have started going to MOPS at our church. It is a wonderful organization and I have made several friends. MOPS is a God-send and I highly recommend it for all you Moms Of PreSchoolers out there!
To add to the business, my long-lost in-law family from way across the ocean is home! We had an exciting and exhausting reunion in December and have been stuck like glue ever since. I can't describe how good it feels to have them home and to watch our kids play together. Jeremiah and Ellee (the almost twins) get along great. Kyle is their fearless leader and Keegan is determined he will not be left out of anything. Sadie Kate is just cute and snuggly and Aunt Hannah uses her to quiet down her baby fever. She is a sweet baby and hardly every cries.
Through all of the hustle and bustle, I have made more of an effort to stop and smell the roses. I've started reading again and working on different sewing projects. I build block towers with Jeremiah and chase Keegan around and tickle him til he squeals. I am trying to hang on to all these moments because I know how quickly they are passing by.
I'd love to say they just play all day, frolic through fields of flowers, finish all of their meals, clean up all of their toys, and sleep through the night. That would be a terrible lie. They are BOYS. I am learning (and loving) what it means to be a "boy mom". Jeremiah is the roughest, toughest kid at times but he is still baby enough to need his mama. He is sensitive and needy and independent and stubborn and incredibly sweet. It is fun to watch him grow and become more independent. I can't wait (read, "dread with all my being") to attempt to potty train him this summer. He will turn 3 in June and I hope he can catch on. He hasn't the slightest interest in anything potty-related so we'll see how it goes. I expect Keegan to attempt it as well because anything Jeremiah does, Keegan does. Keegan doesn't know he's just one, so don't tell him, ok? He refuses to give up on anything and has a meltdown if there is something Jeremiah is doing that I won't let him do. He is a sweetie that flirts with every girl around. He is so charming and smart and still loves to cuddle up with his mama. Both of those boys just make my heart go pitter-patter.
When we found out Keegan was a boy, my mother-in-love told me I should just go ahead and record myself saying things like, "Jeremiah, get off of Keegan...boys, quit hitting each other...Keegan, stop jumping on Jeremiah" to just play over and over again because I would get very tired to saying them. I thought that would be way far off in the future so I'd worry about it then. Boy, was I wrong. I actually just said "Jeremiah, get OFF of Keegan!" (Two boys and a recliner don't mix.) I often think "how are we all gonna get out of this alive???" Jeremiah is SO rough these days and I have to separate them often. Keegan tries to play the innocent little baby card but I see him when he thinks I'm not looking. He in an instigator too. He hits Jeremiah. Jeremiah hits him. They throw things at one another, kick one another, wrestle, jump on one another, try to drown one another in the bathtub, and it's a wonder they haven't broken any bones yet. I am fully aware it's just getting started. I see many ER visits in my future. At least half of my days are spent trying to decide when to intervene.
The other half are filled with cleaning, laundry, taking care of myself, cooking, budgeting, etc. And the other half (how many halves are there in a day??? not enough) is full of sweet moments. Jeremiah copies everything we say. Keegan is attempting to talk. They are both really good at figuring out how to get what they want and I can understand most of what they are saying. They love to give kisses and it melts my heart. They help me pick up toys and mostly listen to what I say. They love to snuggle up and watch a movie (for about 15 minutes) and run around in their diapers every night before bed. Jeremiah loves to come get in the bed with me and Brad in the morning to snuggle. Keegan says "bye bye", waves, and walks away like a bird with his skinny legs. There are too many sweet times to name.
Had to pause my blogging because both boys wanted to snuggle. It only happens when I look busy.
I love these boys with every fiber of my being. I am so blessed to be their mom!!! Y'all go hug your kids, now.
With love,
Hannah Elise
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